Travel Desk

Chill wind incidentally takes with the snow to the ground, in the wilderness on a rush gently pass the winter message. Snow quietly covered the earth, but also to a piece of pure heart bear to the earth. The earth in the silver world holds snow fall into a deep asleep. I step into the snow field quietly with my digital camcorder that I don’t hope to disturb the sleeping ground.

Woods stand in the cold and looking at the fallen leaves on the floor, gently weeping with desolate sound. Sad leaves roll in the wind on the floor as if they could not bear the cold as the fall from the branches. Snow flying around and whispering gently and burying the grief, leaving one and another beautiful shadow of branches isolated in the cold. Yellow reed struggles to stand in the snow and works with beautiful snow to co-star the Swan Lake. Reed stubborn figure in the cold shudder, however, still fight with the chill wind. Great not stick to the end and never get on the ground of the momentum. The reed in the winter seems dead while it would have its day the next year. Take a shot with your digital camcorder is also a respect to the toughness.

Thick layer of snow a few children playing around, singing sweet and cheerful, like bees around their side. Chaotic footprints behind the children in the snow field just like their pure eyes, quietly looking at the blue sky. Their frozen flush faces with the bright collar like blossoming bright blooms, the blooms in the white snow. Add to the winter infinite vitality. In the distance, mountains are sitting there peacefully under the blue sky with more solemn dignity. Wind quietly retreat, the winter snow whisper, one after another get into its arms like a baby, clean white peaks in the world getting intoxicated. Quaint village is wearing thick snow that in the cold winter days even with quieter beauty. Occasionally a dog barking twice, sparking a burst of noise after it calmed down. Only the evening of smoke wrapped around in the air, showing off the scenery and peaceful environment.

Winter writes a winter ice-whisper, singing on the massive wild ground. The earth is listening, the woods are listening, the distant mountains are listening, villages are listening and brown reeds are listening. It is a praise song, a snowflake to dancers, charming soft dance and dancing with a beautiful winter day. Take with the digital camcorder to get a record of the winter song is a kind of appreciation and the respect to the winter, no matter how cold the winter is, it always bring our hearts into warm.